When a perfect body was rare

and people was naive enough to glorify it in such a beautiful flattering voice

…When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said “All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them”
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

to compare two eras, of muses and whores, of arts and money, love and apathy, that’s a sad feeling, the body of women has changed its false place on the altars to beds with shameless glorified price tags, I think our human condition has gone down a free fall; but in a way, we may need that to go up someday, for body and mind must be separated eventually, and human would be totally unshackled. Nevertheless, if I can choose, 60s all the way.

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